(no subject)
I hate to do this, but I had the image saved and I had to post it.
Since I'm at dad's house, I guess it's LJ time.
Before I go into a rant, let's talk about what I had for dinner.
Fungus.
I ate a fungus. What an idiot I am.
I cut off a slice of a mushroom and... ate it. It was flabby. It didn't make me feel super. I felt like an idiot.
The lesson is, folks:
There's a reason your mother did not make you eat fungus.
Okay folks, it is time to say what must be said.
This is my last journal entry on this account.
I thought killmeplzzz was a funny name. You know what? Why don't I just do it myself. If I don't stop typing in 5 minutes, this nosebleed will kill me.
But more than the name, I look at my past entries, and I wonder what kind of drugs I was doing.
So from now on, I turn a new leaf. I will admit, to all who read this;
I was forcefully withdrawn from Benedictine effective May 3. If I mess up at the newschool, I get to go to boarding school.
There is no more pleasing people I hardly know. I will remain calm and reserved at all times. But, I leave with the internet my alter ego that I shed in real life. The dynamic one that can laugh and cry.
The more I reveal, the more ammunition I give. To my family, friends, everyone.
But there's the one who I'll disclose all my passions and fears to, who can bring me back to life. If they throw all I gave back at me... I guess I can just live yet be dead at the same time
It is fit I have a nosebleed; I will hold my head up high, forget my past, work to the future and my one true wish, and then I won't bleed anymore.
Since I'm at dad's house, I guess it's LJ time.
Before I go into a rant, let's talk about what I had for dinner.
Fungus.
I ate a fungus. What an idiot I am.
I cut off a slice of a mushroom and... ate it. It was flabby. It didn't make me feel super. I felt like an idiot.
The lesson is, folks:
There's a reason your mother did not make you eat fungus.
Okay folks, it is time to say what must be said.
This is my last journal entry on this account.
I thought killmeplzzz was a funny name. You know what? Why don't I just do it myself. If I don't stop typing in 5 minutes, this nosebleed will kill me.
But more than the name, I look at my past entries, and I wonder what kind of drugs I was doing.
So from now on, I turn a new leaf. I will admit, to all who read this;
I was forcefully withdrawn from Benedictine effective May 3. If I mess up at the newschool, I get to go to boarding school.
There is no more pleasing people I hardly know. I will remain calm and reserved at all times. But, I leave with the internet my alter ego that I shed in real life. The dynamic one that can laugh and cry.
The more I reveal, the more ammunition I give. To my family, friends, everyone.
But there's the one who I'll disclose all my passions and fears to, who can bring me back to life. If they throw all I gave back at me... I guess I can just live yet be dead at the same time
It is fit I have a nosebleed; I will hold my head up high, forget my past, work to the future and my one true wish, and then I won't bleed anymore.